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, Killian said. Just then, Jack walked in, dragging an unconscious pilot. There was a slight gash on his chin and Brian knew he had a fight before he could overpower the pilot. "Gave you a tough time?", Brian asked. "You bet. Did you know he's a demon?", Jack said. "What!", Killian shouted. "Demon? How? I didn't know", Brian seethed. Jack raised the pilot's arm to reveal a small tattoo that was synonymous to everyone who belonged to the demon pack.

“Why, am I a lawyer to study every corner of the airport just to learn food etiquette, in the first place, they should’ve teach us how to behave like a normal individual,” “Said the one who's annoyed to a little child,” he fired back. Argh! This man is getting on my nerves! If I can just open the window beside him, I might've thrown him in no time. “Name's Marco,” he said gently. “I am not even asking!” “Then allow me to introduce myself, sorry for what I did to you, I know I was wrong,” “Okay.” After I finish the food—which I just eat after the okay session—so that I won't feel hungry.

I had no idea when we landed. The chopper descended so smoothly I barely registered the shift until gentle fingers touched my shoulder. “Miss? We are home.” I startled so hard my knee banged the seat in front of me. My head whipped around. The pilot stood in the open doorway, uniform crisp navy with gold trim, cap tucked under one arm. He was unfairly handsome—tall, broad-shouldered, with soft brown curls peeking from under the cap and eyes the color of warm honey.

"Calm Adrian, you are getting insane, being the boss, my boss doesn't mean you have a rule over my life. This is just between me and Damon, I don't want anyone to come in between us." I laugh out to myself, perhaps this tour would reveal secrets I never knew to me. I'm glad I came here with her and Damon was chosen as my pilot. I didn't really know about him at first, but I was searching for a pilot that would give me a different experience. I have been using my own pilots for way too long. I needed someone else, which I told my cousin and he referred me to Damon. He told me he was a commercial pilot on the international level with great skill and experience, upon embarking on holidays, he t

mission. Ethan Hawke sat in the cramped pilot’s seat, his "Strong Frame" squeezed into a space designed for someone half his size. Beside him, Leo adjusted the manual oxygen scrubbers, his "Independent" focus a mirror of the "Calculating" intensity Ethan had possessed in his "Furious Youth."

"I'm sure it was just by a sheer stroke of fate. But not to worry, since he's alive, he'll die a second death.'' Killian said. Just then, Jack walked in dragging an unconscious pilot. There was a slight gash on his chin and Drew knew he had a fight before he could overpower the pilot. "Gave you a tough time?'' Drew asked. "You bet. Did you know he's a demon?" Jack said. "What!"Killian shouted. "Demon? How? I didn't know?'' Drew seethed. Jack raised the pilot's arm to reveal a small tattoo that was synonymous to everyone who belonged to the demon pack.

He muttered, apologetically, noticing my lost expression. "Nah, I am just not that smart to understand your science talk," I replied breezily and Liam laughed. Just then a tall guy, even taller than Liam, climbed down the mobile staircase, smiling brightly. He was attractive with a thick mop of blonde hair and a sinewy physique, probably in his thirties. Since he was wearing shades, I couldn't make out his eye color. "Zyaire," Liam said, reaching out to shake hands with the guy. "Sofia, this is Zyaire Renaldi, the pilot. And Zyaire this is Sofia, my girlfriend,"

Ian has successfully taken over the company. What I couldn’t believe was Eric’s involvement in this. To clear off my suspicion, I raised up the subject. “Captain, what do you know about Eric?” The pilot threw out a burst of mirthless laughter, making tears glint in the corners of his eyes. His handsome face shone on top of his white uniform, posing the image of a highly-esteemed flight pilot.

I wasn’t about to let some overpaid pilot fly me away from the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about. Inside the cockpit, the pilot, a man in his early forties with a receding hairline and a face that screamed “I follow rules” was adjusting controls, ticking boxes on a notepad like he was prepping for a damn NASA launch. Headphones on, eyes focused, completely unaware that his entire flight plan was about to be shredded. “Hey, pilot, or whatever your name is,” I snapped. “I want a word.” He turned, startled, removing his headphones with a confused arch of his brow. “How may I help you, ma’am?”

Everything about him screams of money and sex appeal! His ear gleam from the small diamond earing that he wore. Red asked herself how it's so unfair that a man like him could have a diamond earrings and still look very manly and sexy. "Welcome aboard Sir,my name is Nicholas Gonzales i will be your pilot along with my two lovely flight attendants. Charlene and Reda". Red held her breathe when the man looked at Mrs. Robles and her. Both of them smiled promptly. "Thanks and how long is our flight from here?